Hell Of A Life Lyrics

Ay, Ayy
It's the king representin' once more you understand
When people see me on Bankhead
Man them folks start pointing and screaming and waving and yelling
I'm talkin' bout man, ay look man you know say
I don't wanna roll over no toes in my rolls
You dig what I'm saying
You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig
Ha ha ha ha

Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them

Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story

You know,
Shawty goin' extra hard when they release his passport
Why I need a credit card what you think this cash for
Hit the dealership and give them every dime he ask for
Just so I can see 260 on the dash board
If shine against the law somebody better get the task force
For me hoes love me let me fuck them till their ass hoarse
Pimpin 101 just come and see me take a crash course
You wanna count my money go to college need a math course
Own a mad dash for a 100 milli running
Breakneck speed till I see a billi coming
I'm filthy rich and hungry feel the crumbling in my stomach
I'm still stunting off the chain chasing nothing for some money
With a couple pair of queens like I'm playing Gin Rummy
No cards just broads when a nigga get hard
Flooded offshore autumn war looking like a car of star
Put it in her wristwatch, balling like a big shot

Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them

Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story

Swag on fully no semi hoe hit me

Bankrolls no finish drop rolls no emish
Street cred no blemish credit card no limit
You want bankhead a spot or drop head I'm in it
A couple of corners hoppin' on 20
With 3 or 4 women givin' love like tennis
On my boxers worth her chininits
Giving me the business
While I ride through the city gag swallow no spitting
Livin' life like I just got out of prison wednesday night
If your chick is in my sight, then that chick is getting right
Ay, I know niggas now with bitches think I'm hittin' it and they right
They keep my name up out they mouth and mind they business stay alright
Ay alright, if you hear me say alright okay alright
Cause you know I got them goons with me and I pay alright
Ay they would like to see me broke go back to prison see me go
But instead they see me ballin' stuntin' everywhere we go go

Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them

Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story

Money won't fall, pockets don't swole
Rubberband keep popping out my bankroll
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man shawty live a hell of a life
Ayy, this how I live, real talk, true story

Brand new car for my brand new chicks
A hundred bands right quickly see your man ain't
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man, shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story

Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them

Man, shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man, shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn'tIt was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fightingIn World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26In Vietnam he was 19In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today25 miles west of SaigonI really wasn't sure what was going on

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combatIn Vietnam were arrested since dischargeTheir arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same ageThere are no accurate figures of how many of these menHave been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration studyConcludes that the greater of vetsExposure to combat could more likely affect his chancesOf being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the warThey won't forget what they've seenDestruction of men in their primeWhose average was 19

De-de-destructionDe-de-destructionWar, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, warDe-de-destructionWar, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop shipsBut the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combatPerhaps the most dramatic difference betweenWorld War II and Vietnam was coming homeNone of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of themNe-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of themNone of them received a hero's welcomeNone of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration studyHalf of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from whatPsychiatrists callPost-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guiltSome succumb to suicidal thoughtsEight to ten years after coming homeAlmost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony